#natjpeg

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📲 kinky northerner

ADRI: romeo romeo wherefore art thou, romeo?????

ADRI: actually i need sexual male attention

ADRI: and a long time fave to cheer me up

ADRI: i miss you

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outgoing text @ satan

Blaze: Did you manage to get that chicken shit off your pants?

Blaze: Hope none of it seeped through might have to get yourself checked for infections.

Blaze: Anyway say hi to the girls for me and give them my love!

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message — youngin'

oscar: yoooo

oscar: i watched a woman spoon a jar of mayonnaise into her mouth...and chase it down with a diet coke

oscar: is this how yall are livin over here?

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@natjpeg

How was it that he’d found himself standing outside this particular door on an otherwise lovely evening, knocking with all the energy he could muster. So, okay, that wasn’t all that much energy, seeing as he preferred to save most of it for the yelling. “Hey, dumbass, get your lazy butt out here before I kick your door in.”

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@natjpeg

how long had it been since oscar had hung out with another man in his apartment? TOO long. he almost wasn't sure he knew how to. did you talk sports? he only watched soccer. did you talk women? well, he wasn't particularly active. did you talk? or just eat pizza and play games. fuck. oscar didn't have any games to play. this, however, was nat. nat, in all honestly, was probably fully capable of entertaining himself. a man with plenty of personality, he was. a man with plenty of life, energy, things oscar wasn't sure he had ever contained within himself. and yet, those traits were within people he held dear. his father, his mother, hell, even adriana. so, maybe the chuckle that left oscar's lips was because he was slowly finding his family in the younger male - or maybe it was because the delivery man was knocking behind oscar's door just as he reached for the  phone to inquire about his location. eh, it probably wasn't the latter. there was luckily plenty of space on the table in front of the couch for two pizzas, multiple dipping sauces of mostly one flavor - garlic - and a bottle of whiskey accompanied by two, eh hem, one empty glass and one that was working it's way back to that state. now, to play the waiting game. a waiting game to the tune of kendrick's latest album.